Too Late

I miss you every single minute
Now I don't know if I say it
Just because I'm stoned
Or that's a fucking nonsense
As if I would be talking to one of my inner voices
I feel too empty to create a regular love letter
Or maybe it's too late for this
Still, the pain lasts and ain't getting better
And now I know
It's gonna just take some time to let you go
Off my mind
We are over
Constantly between
Helpless and dead
We are all dreaming
And I can't survive the loose wind
Still your lick, your touch, your breath
Your sight makes me trembling
And suddenly I've realized
That it's been too addicting
And I should be gone
Once my tears will get dry
Now slow, slow moves all the time
And life around
So I won't keep on hanging in one point
Like a lost coin
Like a lost coin
Your eyes follow me
Your shades prize me
I won't let you make love to me ever again
Cause it hurts too much
And looking deeply into your eyes
I could well say that I would rather be your butterfly
Than one who lets your hand touch one's neck
I'm not a lost coin
I'm not a lost coin
I'm not a lost coin
Your eyes follow me
Your shades prize me
I won't let you make love to me ever again
Cause it hurts too much
And looking deeply into your eyes
I could well say that I would rather be your butterfly
Than one who lets your hand touch one's neck
Your eyes follow me
Your shades prize me
I won't let you make love to me ever again
Cause it hurts too much
And looking deeply into your eyes
I could well say that I would rather be your butterfly
Than one who lets your hand touch one's neck